Waiting for the call
Waiting for the call
How will I stall?
How will I stall?
Anxiety
Anxiety
Bolting through my veins
Hydrogen, Helium, Sodium, Boron
I must be made out of morons
I own scratched up pencils
They don't fit extra ordinary stencils
Books and essays
Overwhelmed I say
I own knocking knees
I know who I am, I just can't be
Do and don't
Know that I probably won't
I own a pounding heart
One of my arts
What is history?
It's part of my mystery
Anxiety
Anxiety
How will I stall?
How will I stall?
Waiting for the call
Waiting for the call